Movie Review: Reanimator
Let's talk about camp. Today I watched Re-animator, a corny horror film with plenty of blood and ample use of scream queen Barbara Crampton. I've seen plenty of...assets in other horror flicks but Barbara, baby, you awoke something in me. It's like the horny teenager in me reawakened. She's stunning on the camera clothed and unclothed. Maybe it was the morning for at 11 am that aroused me, but I was infatuated with the woman by the end of the film. But I need to talk about the film. Besides the names "Miskatonic," "Arkham," and "Herbert West," the film has little to do with the short story. I'll review the story later, for now, the movie. Jeffery Combs hams it up whenever he's on screan to such an ability that I flip flopped between believing his acting and laughing at him. It's that kind of performance that I enjoy in these kind of films. It's the same reason I love Robert England's performance in the Elm Street series. David Gale hams it up in the same drastic way that makes him both frightening and ridiculous. And someone had fun with the syrup blood and the plastic flesh. You have to give credit to the team behind this cult classic, it's well shot (too well shot for this type of film) and well crafted overall even if the acting and script is ridiculous. The amount of core haunted me a bit. Not something to watch first thing in the morning. But the other thing that haunts me is Barbara's amazing body. I can't stop thinking about her. I'm laughing at myself because this is the least professional article I've written. Time for a cold shower.
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